All Locked Up

Sam was the first to wake up. His hands were swollen as his hands were tied with thick straps. His head felt heavier as he tried to see what room he was in. As his eyes adjusted to dark he saw two more people tried to chairs both their heads lowered. He tried to talk but saw that his mouth as well as the others were gagged. Sam closed his eyes trying to concentrate on turning a light on. He closed his eyes and concentrated on his mind, once only seeing visions, had the ability to move objects when he concentrated. As his head began to pound and blood began to trickle out of his nose the light came on and he passed out.

A few minutes later Sam awoke to see someone with their back towards him. Sam glanced over towards his dad and sister only to find them trying to wake up. "It appears that you slept really well." Jeremy Ferguson turned and smiled at Sam his eyes dark and narrow. "How does it feel to be trapped in this kind of situation brought on by someone you thought you could trust?" Sam glared at Ferguson. "Now, now Sammy..." Sam fought against his restraints making Ferguson laugh.

"Headmaster," Sam stopped as Dean walked in his hands behind his back. "You're needed in your office."

"Very well, Dean." Ferguson stood up and walked out of the room. "Keep an eye on these three make sure they're not spotted or heard." Dean nodded silently and stood guard looking at the three of them his eyes glancing over each one.

Once the door was closed Dean's mannerism seemed to change from in complete control to struggling to come to grips of what happened. His eyes went wide as he pulled the gag out of Sam's mouth. "Sam you got to help me." Dean's eyes were scared which wasn't something Sam was familiar in seeing.

"What's going on?" Sam asked keeping his voice low just in case they were being overheard.

"It's Headmaster Ferguson. He's..." He let out a painful groan as he reached and gripped his head his eyes shut tight.

"Dean?" Sam cried worried for his brother. Dean's hand dropped from his head his eyes glowing white and starting straight.

"You want to help your brother?" Dean said his voice not his own. "Then try and escape." The gag was replaced back in Sam's mouth and Dean turned and walked out of the room after the lights turned off sending Sam back into darkness.

~Glowing Eyes~

Sam had no idea if he was awake or asleep as his body hadn't moved since Dean had left however long ago. He blinked his eyes but the darkness seemed to get worse with each second. That was until he heard scraping of a chair sliding towards him and he felt someone accidentally place one of the chair legs directly on his foot.

"Sssssyyy" Christina muffled in her gag and Sam felt her lift up and felt her fingers playing around his face trying to grab the gag with her untied fingers. After several uncomfortable minutes and several pokes to the eye he felt the gag slip off his mouth and he let out a cough letting his sister know he was gag-less.

"Move closer." He instructed quietly. "I think its duct tape that's around our wrists." He could hear creaking coming from the chair as he felt hands up to his mouth. "I know thith ith uncomfomble but bare with me." He moved his mouth over the duct tape and began to tear into the sticky side. "Try it now...*ptui*." He heard the tape being ripped off and the sound of a chair landing hard near him.

"Close your eyes." Christina instructed and Sam did what she said. The sound of the light switch being turned on and the brightness encased them all. He slowly opened his eyes and saw her already working on taking off the tape around John's hands.

John moved and took off the gag before Christina walked over towards Sam and quickly broke the tape around her brothers hands. "Sorry for landing on your foot." She whispered as John peeked out of the door. Sam quickly turned off the light. "Why did you do that?"

"We want them to think we're still tied up." Sam said softly moving behind his dad as he peered outside the door. The hallway were empty and John slowly moved out followed close by Sam and then Christina who closed the door behind her.

"Do you think they moved the car?" John asked as they quietly ran through the hallway to try and find a way out of the school.

"Let's assume that they did." Christina said slowing down as they arrived at a corner. "If I can get into Ferguson's car we'll take that."

"I'm okay with that." John said and they continued to run until they moved out of the school and out on the manicured lawns. The sky above them was cloudy but there wasn't any sign of rain. John, Sam and Christina moved quickly trying not to stir up any attention of the other students who moved from class to class. It seemed too easy for them as they ran out. The Impala still sat where they had left it the night before. John looked at his two kids who looked behind them. They had a choice. Run and risk the car being a bait set in a trap to get them or to ignore it completely and still Ferguson's car.

A loud yell drifted over the edge of the school and the three chose to risk the Impala. As they ran John fished for the keys which he dropped just seconds of them being pulled from his pocket. He couldn't turn around he could see three of the twelve group of boys running after them, and they were moving fast. John reached the car first but the car was locked. John turned around and saw Sam tossing the keys to him.

"Hurry Dad!" He screamed and John didn't hesitate before shoving the keys into the door lock and pulled it open. He slid inside and turned the engine over. He looked out at this two kids as they began to fight hand to hand with the three boys that were chasing after. He was happy to see that both Sam and Christina both had the upper hand until all three of the boys were laying out cold on the lawn. He was beginning to think his son was too good and he had nothing to worry about. "Do we risk going back to the hotel?" Sam asked as he and Christina climbed into the car.

"I think it's a good idea. Just to grab our things." John said he pushed on the gas. "Let's hope Bobby has some answers." He growled.